Oh My Sweet Maple!?

Ch.1 Morons!

Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction. I'm just so in love with Canada pairings and so many ideas have been wrapped around me, so I'll be laying them down now. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. I also want you to keep in mind that I do not own Hetalia nor any of the photos shown.

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Canada's P.O.V
[World Meeting]

"Mr. Russia."

I stuttered quietly. Once again I'm being sat on by the giant Russian, except this time, it's at the world freaking meeting!! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind Mr. Russia as a person, but I do mind my legs being squashed until they've become numb. Are those my bones cracking? (Note: the sarcasm).

"Ah yes Canada, how are you?" Is this guy having small talk, while squishing me to my possible death? Ugh this guy.

"Mr. Russia, c-can you please get o-off me?"

As soon as my stuttering came to an end I feel my blood circulate back to my legs as I notice Mr. Russia walk towards another seat with a somewhat disappointed look on his face. Probably because he can't be on his 'Oh so comfortable leg chair.'

As I began to raise my hand to give out my opinion on today's discussion, I hear Mr. Germany yell out that the next meeting will be held in my home, Ottawa. My capital. I bet most don't know where the heck that's at. As I predicted, many countries began to look at each other in confusion. They were seeking answers to there questions on where my location was at. However, they were not asking me.

With that I can't help but think to myself, "Geez these morons." Did I think out loud? OH MY SWEET MAPLE! Everyone's eyes were settled on me. Crap! I'm quite surprised they even heard me. Maybe mon père was right when he said that insults are the way to ones heart. In this case to ones attention.

"Hehe." I try to make myself unnoticed yet again. Fortunately, Al speaks up breaking the sudden silence.

"Bro? Why do you have to be so rude? We were just confused and curious about the location of the next meeting." At this, I could not help but snap back at him.

"Oh, is that so? You idiot, you've been to my place before and still can't remember the location or the directions??!" I 'try to shout' as best as I could.

I hear Mr. Germany clear his throat as he began to speak. "Any who, Canada thanks for clarifying. I'll make sure to send everyone the address and directions sometime soon for the next meeting." I silently thank the man. I keep note of his calm and yet intimidating composure, I personally find the German man fascinating.

As I head out, I can feel an energetic ball of energy running behind me. I assume that person will either knock into me or run past me. I was wrong. I feel the person come to a halt, and tap my shoulder. I began to look for kumakiro, to feel secure. I finally see him at my legs and begin to pick the cute but grumpy polar bear.

"Birdie, why are you afraid of me?" Oh it's Mr. Germany's older brother, Prussia.

"H-hi Prussia. I was not afraid, I was just worried for Kumaririo. And why did you call me birdie?" Honestly, the way he and Alfred never seem to run out of energy beats me. I'm somewhat used to nicknames as well. I watch Prussia carefully try to come up with his answer.

"Well your hair color resembles mein Gilbirds feather's. And I can only imagine that when you speak, I sort of imagine you tweeting like a little birdie. Plus your voice is soothing like a birds tweets." Though he whispered that last sentence, I heard him clearly.

I guess his response was an okay answer. Thinking he'll forget about this whole conversation, I began to look around as if wanting to get an excuse to leave. When no savior comes to help I began to walk straight ahead again. I have kumaniro up to my chest, knowing how harsh Russian weather is in December. Soon after, my vehicle comes into view. A 2016 red Hyundai accent. What a beauty. The weather outside really seems to fit my ever so gloomy mood. I may smile quite a bit but really, I am upset like 100% of the time. I stare at the white sheet of snow covering the parking area and most of my car, but I don't mind it too much.

However, I can still feel the Prussians energy emit behind me. As I begin to arrive at my car, I suddenly turn around only to find Prussia a few feet in front of me. He began to look me up and down, and in what felt like hours, he began to speak.

"Hey birdie, um I was wondering if maybe after the meeting at your place, we could go out for dinner or something?"

I was a bit shocked at his sudden suggestion, but due to the weather, I really didn't feel like going on with the conversation. I pretended to give it a thought, lasting only 2.5 seconds and give him a quick nod, suggesting that I was agreeing to his request. Did I mention these Russian winters? Mon dieu. Let's just say that I really wanted warmth. Quickly, I scurried into my car, hoping that I'll be in warmth soon enough.

I'm still here, inside my car. From here, I can see a happy Prussian talking to a proud looking Spaniard. Could it be that he really wanted to go out and have dinner with me. Ha! What a joke? I am like the worst to have any social interactions with. Back to my current status update. I have not started the engine due to a sudden, serious looking Russian heading towards me. Not wanting to get him upset, I sit silently and wait patiently with my window still up and my bum warming up under me. I quickly curse at myself for whatever it is that I did to upset him.

As he comes to a sudden stop outside my car window, I began to look for my maple packs as a life support system. I roll down my window and am hit with a sudden cool wind. "Hello Canada." I notice he has a sight smirk forming on his face.

"H-hi Mr.Russia?" I quickly realize that my greeting came out more of a question than any polite greeting ever shared between men. I'm so screwed!

"Why do you make it a question? I wanted to come greet you and ask if you'd like to come to place. Due to the cold, many hotel rooms are used and stay cold, not close to warmth like at my place."

Saying that, I began to loose all reason as I find myself smiling and nodding. I quickly grab Kumatiro from the passengers seat and make myself out of my car. "Um, Mr. Russia, how will I go?"

I mentally slap myself knowing not to expect a ride from him and began to walk back in my car. However, I am stopped my a hand on my shoulder. Mr. Russia begins to lead me towards his car.

"I will inform one of my 'friends' to take your car to my place." I give him quick smile followed by a quick merci.

As I follow Mr. Russia, I hear a some growls and some mumbling. I pretend to be brave and not too anxious on visiting Mr. Russia's home. Still I can't help but wonder what these morons are thinking.